I can see the kitchen lightFrom the road where I park my bikeBut it's dark there as it often is these daysAnd the gloomy living roomReally needs a dust and a broomBut I can't brush your memory away

Her father was an admiralIn someone else's navyAnd she had seen the World before I met herShe would wash and cook and cleanAnd all the other things betweenAnd like a fool I just sat there and let her

Now I can feed and wash and dress myselfAnd I can sleep without the light onHoney, I'm a big boy nowI don't know what she does With all the money that I sent herShe's running round the town with the Young Pretender

I haven't touched the gardenSince the day she walked awayFrom a love affair that bore only bitter fruitShe took everything she wantedWhich is why she left me hereWith these pots and pans and my old wedding suit

A letter came one morningThat she would not let me seeAnd from that day I began to realiseThat she would one day breakThe home we tried to makeFor sinners cannot live in paradise